Word: artlessness
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...deed of gift was many deeds of war) To the land vaguely realizing westward, But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced, Such as she was, such as she would become. Whatever America becomes, she will bear, to her lasting beautification, the pioneer trace of Robert Frost...
...nostalgia for antimacassars or oil lamps. The nostalgia is for a democracy that was real because in the general dearth of material things, nobody was able to have much more than anybody else. It was integral and uniform, and its patterns were as obvious and as artless as the patterns in its Brussels carpets...
...publishing empire on sensationalism, is ironic. For to most of the several hundred people who have seen the film at private showings, Citizen Kane is the most sensational product of the U. S. movie industry. It has found important new techniques in picture-making and storytelling. Artful and artfully artless, it is not afraid to say the same thing twice if twice-telling reveals a fourfold truth. It is as psychiatrically sound as a fine novel but projected with far greater scope, for instance, than Aldous Huxley was inspired to bring to his novel on the same theme...
Last week President Roosevelt picked John Gilbert Winant as the new Ambassador to the Court of St. James's. Nobody claimed that Mr. Vinant met all those specifications. A tall, awkward, slow-speaking, artless man of 51, Ambassador Winant has long been halfon, half-off the U. S. public scene, with his friends constantly predicting a great role for him just as he would quietly step out of the limelight. Background: wealthy New York family; St. Paul's School ('08); Princeton ('13); captain of a U. S. observation squadron in World War I; master...
...Childe Harold. Young ladies were dreaming of giaours, Manfreds, Mazeppas, with wild eyes, black mustaches, long cloaks, wicked pasts. In Lausanne one day Trelawny read Shelley's Queen Mab. He rushed to Pisa to meet the satanic author, was astonished at Shelley's "flushed, feminine and artless face," soon felt as romantic about Shelley as he had about De Ruyter...